reli[e]able signs

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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Thursday, August 24, 2006

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postcard: Bread Loaf

(photo by Thomas Sayers Ellis)

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Trembling

--------------------- In heaven all the interesting people are missing. --Nietzsche


Hello friend, beautiful face
in car fire. I, the flesh wish,
am sickly wrapped in light.

I promise to wink the voyeur,
spike the drinks to a fine glow
& swallow. What happened
to your arms? Raw concrete,

bad paint? Uncapped, the bottle
can't be broken. Voice, be amazing
circling the river bottom.

Remember fingers rattling locks,
fingers jump-starting the zipper
spine. Filleted boy. Anesthesia
is the bottle rocket. The belly.

Did you hear the rain last night,
thunder? Tomorrow, I will be
afraid. I might never wake up.


--from Alex Lemon's Mosquito

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